lethe, or the chiming of the bell

the pastor called me to the podium

you're not taking this seriously

with hands tented over flames

i no longer think about it, i am

a deliverance which does not deliver

a full moon that hung luminous in the black sky

eyes locking on the thick oak door

my heart skipped a beat

too fond of irony and cosmetics

lying still, eyes closed, ears prickled

and in the sunlight the distant peaks

watched him, intrigued by his appearance

summer came and spread herself over the countryside

ill-omened - i was unable to come round

more complicated than a simple yes or no

no. i am dead. and dead i shall remain

these are the ones that really hurt

can you see your name in that lot?

woodworm infested the posts in the back porch

strange insects scuttled from under rocks

such things are forbidden. and yet . . .

if only you or i were innocent enough

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